Once again it's August. And once again it's effin hot out. We're on day 35 of straight 100 degree temperatures or higher, going after the infamous 1980 record of 42 days. Add on top the record-breaking temperatures we've had this week (110 anyone?), and I'm already tired of this month.
Poor Cooper is too. He hasn't been on a run with me in months, and we rarely take him on walks with it still being over 100 at 8:30. He's going stir crazy. And it's starting to drive us nuts because every night he starts whining and cannot seem to get enough attention these days.
Everyone's grumpy. And tired.
Please September, hurry up.